she shifts
she sniffs
a growling
groan
tone

gentle tummy
rises
of sleep
atop her plush
throne

i love when she
borks, in her dreams
it reverberates –
an alien
echolocation –
her inner world
vivid, innate

my little mythic
child
i marvel at our
nichenook
our infinite little universe
folded hearts aflutter
stitching our
goldenbook